"...there were rows upon rows of pews, old oak polished to a shine--and far, far above that, the flight of gray stone carved into arches. Pillars formed shadowed corridors; windows soared on the wall beyond. The flagstones gleamed. There was sunlight all around and dust in the air and a stillness that had weight."

As I’ve got older, and since I cut all my hair off, I’ve felt a bit more liberated about trying different things out.
(via fuckyeahemmawatson)
Can I just marry you now or..?